This is the fourth installment in my series. I'm depending on you dear readers to write and tell me if this series needs to go on or not and I also don't mind hearing your ideas about where it should go.
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Over the next six months Matt kept Ashley and I rather busy, fucking both of us on a regular schedule. Matt's sexual appetite got to be a little much as our bellies swelled along with our ankles and our tits and he was kind enough to slow down a bit. As our burgeoning bellies also slowed us down physically, Matt let us have free run of the place and one day moved us out of the basement prison cells upstairs to wonderfully furnished rooms with fabulous views of the area.
I'll be honest, my first thought was to see how to get out of there, but then I found out where 'there' was.
Basington was a town that never was, it was just what was left of a defunct silver mine in the forested foothills of the Rockies in eastern Utah. Matt said we were just twenty miles or so from the Colorado line, but he also added that the twenty miles were over some of the most treacherous terrain in the lower forty-eight. The beautiful view of snow-capped peaks on a clear day tended to support Matt's analysis of the landscape. Matt's father had made a loan against the mine back in the early eighties when there was a silver boom due to some guys who were trying to corner the silver market. As all booms seem to go, this one went bust and Matt's dad was left holding the note on thirty-one square miles of beautiful land, all well away from freeways, airports, and just about any kind of civilization. It was forty-five miles just to go to the main road. As luck would have it, electrical lines and gas lines had long been set up for the mine so we had all the comforts of civilization without having any of it right nearby. The mine owners had apparently never been too fond of telephones so they'd never shouldered the expense of bring that service up the deep canyon.
So, Matt's dad died and left him the place along with a sizable sum of money and Matt found that he now had everything he needed to indulge his fantasies. Basington was graced by a beautiful mansion that the owners had built back in the eighties. It resembled the great homes of the nineteenth-century silver barons in many ways: opulent furniture, a high-peaked and gabled roof, a 360-degree veranda, and an interior crafted of the most beautiful hardwoods I'd ever seen. The house was a palace and it seemed taken from a story book except for the modern amenities that were tastefully woven into the decor. The only things the previous owners had left out were the TV's and the radios since they'd wanted to keep the nineteenth-century ambiance about the place. Matt had spent some money on having a crew come in from Mexico to rebuild the basement of the main house into the prison that it now was and then he'd paid them quite well to forget what they'd built for him. After he'd started on building the dungeon of his dreams he'd realized that the mine might someday attract attention from environmentalists and the like so he got ahead of the parade, made some strategic donations, and then set about restoring the area to its original beauty. The outbuildings and the small neighborhood of homes were all removed and you'd never know they'd been there except for the pictures. He picked up some nice awards along the way and told me that he'd always chuckled when the well-intentioned would blather on and on about what a great citizen Matt was, not knowing that he was just securing privacy for his pleasures.
It turned out that Ashley and I were his first guests. And it also turned out that I was his first rape victim. He'd come to my bed not long after I moved upstairs and crept into bed behind me and cuddled up to me, lovingly caressing my fat, pregnant body. Soon enough, he had me up on my hands and knees as his cock plowed me in a futile effort to impregnate the pregnant. My usual thing was to just tolerate his attentions, but this time he caught me at the right time and I found myself swooning with the kind of sexual rapture that is unique to a pregnant woman. We fell down exhausted and after a nap, we talked about things and he confessed to me how he'd seen me at the airport one day and decided to stalk me. I lay there in his loving arms transfixed as he told of following me home, tracing me on the Internet, following me for weeks to learn my movements, and then spending three months inspecting my trash for tampons and pads to determine when I was fertile. He spoke of raping me that first night with an almost religious reverence and it seemed as if he were a different person. I guess over the months I'd allowed myself to forget that even though Matt was kind and generous to Ashley, Melissa, and myself, he was still a rapist. It was scary to see that side of him again.
Winter was setting in to the high country and Matt figured that he needed to go to Salt Lake City for a few days where he could anonymously stock up for the season and prepare for the children that would certainly be born in the midst of the snows. Ashley and I held Melissa's hands and waved as Matt drove down the canyon in his van. We had no telephone so we didn't have any ideas about calling for help so we just went back inside to the warm kitchen and finished off breakfast before settling in by the fire for the day. We didn't talk much even though it was our first time alone at the house since we'd arrived. I guess we could've taken the pickup truck and driven out of there, but I'm not sure either one of us wanted to go back to the world at that point. What prospects did two pregnant sisters and a child have in the world? The best we could hope for would be a welfare apartment and a monthly handout from the government. At least our prison here was comfortable and our captor a caring and devoted father and lover. As bad as things were, freedom would be worse.
The evening came on and Ashley and I were just about to head to bed when to our great surprise we heard a knock at the door.
"What do we do?" Ashley looked at me, asking for wisdom I didn't have.
The knocking came again, this time a little more persistence could be heard in the knock.
"I guess we'll answer it and find out."
I went to the door and opened it.
"Pp-p-p-p-please, c-c-c-can we come in?"
The four soaking wet girls were covered in mud, blood, and a dusting of snow. Ashley and I stared at each other for a split seconds' hesitation before we acted.
We swept them into the warm house and listened to their tale of a long-planned 'geo-caching' trip to Zion Park turning into a wild goose chase with an almost tragic ending. The four of them had set out from Provo to go to Zion Park which was way off in the other direction from Basington. They'd originally planned on just taking the Interstate to Zion Park when one of them, Beth, talked the others into following some backroads and finding some less popular geo-caches. I'll be honest, these weren't the brightest girls I'd ever met and I wasn't surprised when Beth explained that Rebekah had been in charge of navigating and had led them up our little dirt road thinking it was the old Denver & Rio Grande rail bed that led across one of the passes to Colorado. The rail bed was another thirty miles down the main road from our own Basington Cutoff. Rebekah still wasn't as bad as Claire, the driver. I had Claire soaking in the warm bathtub as she confessed to getting scared about being lost and had then attempted to make a U-turn on our narrow little road.
Claire told me that she'd been driving along while Beth and Rebekah were arguing about the directions on the map and how Karen had started crying when the snow started falling. She'd gotten confused, then flustered, and then angry at the other three girls so in a fit of pique she thought she'd turn right around and just go home. She'd miscalculated the speed of the Jeep Wrangler and the four girls went from just being lost to being terrified as the out-of-control Jeep plunged down the embankment into the freezing waters of Basington Creek. As their luck would have it, they'd found one of the deepest spots on the creek and all four of them were submerged in painfully cold water. They were lucky they didn't drown. As if proof that God looks out for fools none of the girls were wearing their seatbelts and all four of them surfaced in the relatively calm waters screaming and thrashing to get to the creekside. Screaming and fighting and crying, the four of them decided to follow the road uphill and they took a gamble that they'd find shelter before they died of exposure. They'd seen the lights of the house off in the distance after a half-hour's walk and they'd made it to the relative safety of the house as the first snow of the season started falling around them. They all faced the reality that everyone they knew thought they were hundreds of miles away from here and would never come looking for them in Basington.
I guess it was well after midnight when Ashley and I finally got the girls settled into two of the rooms. We figured it would be best to have two of them sleep together in each bed so they'd keep each other warm through the night. They'd been seriously disappointed to find that we had no phone and that set off a harangue against Claire as the other three bitched about losing cell phones and clothes along with the Jeep. Ashley finally lost her cool and told the three bitches to cut it out and go to bed and so ended our first day alone.
The next few days had Ashley and I getting to know the girls and we discovered that the four of them were classmates with Claire being the oldest and just about to turn nineteen. They weren't the cheerleaders I thought they were, their common thread was that they were in the college Geo-Caching Club which had formed to take the place of the Explorer Scouts when some politically-correct college board banned Scouting from their campus. Typically for Provo, they were all cute, sheltered, white, and Mormon. Not that I have anything against Mormons, mind you, it's just that they're all sort of...off kilter, you know? And these girls were no different from the other Mormons I've ever known. Their conversations hovered around the boys they knew who'd gone off on Missions, morning Seminary classes, getting their Temple cards, having kids someday, how great the Olympics were, and their own take on fashion.
For not being too bright, they figured out Ashley and I right off the bat and knew that Matt was screwing both of us. Despite our denials, the four girls had made up their minds that Ashley, Matt, and I were exiles from some polygamous Mormon sect either in St. George or along what they called the Arizona Strip. Tired of arguing the point, Ashley and I let them believe what they wanted to as we waited for Matt to return.
The fifth day was closing with blizzard conditions clearly visible up on the peaks and just over a foot of snow already on the ground. The girls were sort of quiet as they realized the snow would hold them here for a bit longer than they'd planned. It was just before the snow outside turned into a white-out that I heard Matt's van roaring up the grade to the house. I poked my head outside and saw the four-wheel drive van festooned with tire chains diligently plodding its way up the grade from the old townsite below. I waved to Matt and he smiled and rolled down his window and waved back as he brought the van around to the carriage house out back. I grabbed my coat and closed the door and ran around the veranda to greet him.
He was just opening the side doors to unload the van when I walked in to say 'hi'.
His smile was so huge as he swept me into his arms and kissed me before I could utter a word. His hand at the back of my head held my lips tight to his own as I kissed him back. It felt like having my loving husband back from a business trip as he warmly and carefully hugged and kissed me. It was so passionate and so...wonderful...that I almost forgot the whole world.
"I have a surprise for you and Ashley and I can't wait to show you!" He gleamed with the joy of a lover.
"I think Ashley and I have a surprise for you, too."
He heard the tone in my voice and was just about to ask me what the surprise was when Ashley and the four girls swung open the door and came in from the growing storm outside.
Matt looked them over and then hugged me again. "Oh, I see we have guests."
